Hey, you guys! I'm back! Yes, I know, I'm supposed to be working on the Teen Titans fanfiction, but I'm already halfway done with the second chapter. Aaaannd.. this just wouldn't get out of my head. So, bear with me and my ridiculous ideas, because I had to post this or go insane! Despite that insanity is the best form of creativity!

Whatever, on with the story!

March 26, 1991

The sound of a crying child filled the room, alighting smiles upon the couple as the blonde woman held a pair of twins to her chest. The man gently stroked sweat-slicked hair from his wife's forehead, his soft gaze resting on their newborn children. One was a little boy with pale blonde hair, navy-colored eyes, and faintly tanned skin. The younger of the twins was a girl with ivory skin, sapphire orbs, and thick, golden locks on her head.

"They're so beautiful," the man whispered, twisting a golden curl between his thumb and index finger as he looked at his daughter. They had been waiting nine months for the children, and now they were in their arms, welcomed into the world by both of their loving parents.

"Indeed they are," a voice sounded from behind them. Instantly defensive over his family, especially considering how vulnerable they currently were, the brunette man turned around and glared at the group standing before him. Three men, dressed in green uniforms, strode into the room with confidence. It was the one between them, however, that put him on edge. His mind was only on protecting his family; he only cared to keep his wife and newborn twins safe despite what would be done to him.

"Who are you?" he asked them, clenching his hands into fists as he stepped closer to his family in attempts to hide them. The man with a skull on his head seemed amused by his attempts and chuckled darkly in response. The sound caused a shiver to run down the man's back, and he unconsciously moved a step farther from the intimidating figure.

"Now that's none of your concern and most certainly not the right question," the man answered which only served to confuse the parent. However, his wife's cry of dismay startled him to turn around. Two other men stood on the other side of the room, one of which held his newborn daughter in his arms. Panic rose in his chest, the sight of his child in the arms of a stranger his undoing.

"Let her go!" he yelled, taking a step forward to remove his child from the stranger. He had been much too reckless in his attack, and he was unaware of the man that stepped up behind him and bashed his head with his fist. Suddenly, his vision blurred, and he could only watch as the men walked out before he fell unconscious as his wife cried.

*-*HA!AM:JK*-*

April 14, 1991

The phone rang, startling the young woman who had been about to make a call to her friend about their literature assignment. Frowning at the interruption, she pressed the call button and placed the device to her ear.

"Hello?" she asked boredly, twirling a strand of her blonde hair between her index and middle finger. She was hoping it was only a telemarketer; then her father wouldn't fault her for being rude and hanging up.

"May I speak to Mr. Pataki?" the voice on the other end said, stunning the blonde laying on her bed. It wasn't his question that gave her pause but his tone. His voice was deep, confident, and despite asking a question it seemed to be an order. One she'd be stupid to refuse. And Olga Pataki prided herself in not being stupid.

"O-of course," the girl managed, stumbling from her green covers and making her way out of her room. Her feet thudded lightly against the wooden floor as she practically ran down the stairs and into the living room. As usual, her dad was watching tv with the control tightly in his right hand and a burrito in the other.

"Daddy," she called out, gaining the attention of the man on the couch as she held out the phone, "There's someone on the phone for you."

"Give it here, Olga," he told her, taking the phone from her outstretched hand and anchoring it between his ear and shoulder, "Hello?"

"It's been a long time, hasn't it, Mr. Pataki?" the voice asked, amusement evident to the man on the recliner. His eyes widened slightly as a ripple of fear coursed through his body, and he looked behind the couch to ensure that his daughter had left. Indeed, she had gone back to her room the minute she'd been relieved of the phone.

"How can I help you?" he asked the man, a tremor in his voice that he had no doubt the man could hear. It was a natural reaction, Big Bob assured himself, the man on the other line was practically a predator and he was no more than the prey.

"I need you to raise a child for me. Until her tenth birthday," the man answered simply, a clear warning in his voice should he refuse. Big Bob didn't know much about the man, but he knew enough to know never to cross him. He'd done business with "Thorton Hunter" before and refused to ever have that man's wrath directed at him. But still..

"A child?" he couldn't help but ask. He heard an irriated sigh on the other line and tried to reign in his anxiety; he was hoping his curiosity wouldn't be the result of his death.

"A child, Mr. Pataki," the man replied, a dangerous edge to his voice, "No questions need to be asked. Just raise her until her tenth birthday. All the paperwork has been done already." Big Bob nodded, taking in that information. Thorton Hunter was anything if not efficient, and with the arrangements already made, he knew he couldn't refuse him. Wouldn't have even if it had been a spur of the moment decision. He valued his life after all.

"Alright. When will the child be here?" he asked the man but was suddenly met with the beeps of the dial tone. Furrowing his brow, he pulled the phone away and looked at the screen of his phone as if it were at fault. He was just about to return to his show when the doorbell rang. Big Bob stood from his seat, each step toward the door feeling as if he were walking through water.

"Who is that, daddy?" he heard his daughter ask from upstairs. He could hear his wife walking down the stairs as well but said nothing as he opened the door. There, on their doorstep, was a basket with a baby girl fast asleep with papers in her grasp. Lifting the child, he removed the papers and barely glanced at the name written there. It was the child now in his arms that captivated his attention. She was a beautiful girl with a generous amount of wavy blonde hair, gem-like sapphire eyes, and alabaster skin.

"Bob?" his wife asked, looking at the her husband with curiosity. Olga stood behind her mother, blue eyes watching the sleeping child rather than her father. Big Bob couldn't blame her; the baby was the most important thing currently to be discussed. For now though...

"Olga, meet your little sister: Helga Pataki," he finally said, using the name printed on the paper as he held out the baby girl to his daughter.

Hey Arnold was my favorite show growing up, and I have a particular soft spot for Helga no matter how bizarre others find her. To me, she's a damn right Goddess! xD As for American Dragon, well, I'm personally in love with Jake and the growth he went through during the show. This story may not be my first priority, but it most definitely will be updated as soon as I can get it done. Be prepared, my lovely doves!

~Fenyx